Page 135 of Lucky Shot
“December, then?”
“December,” I agree. Four months away. But I’d wait longer, if it meant holding on to her.
“If for some reason you change your mind and this doesn’t work, this was the best summer of my life.”
“Yeah, me too.” I brush her hair back from one side of her face and kiss her again. It’s smart to leave an out for either of us, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s the one that needs it.
Who knows what she’ll want once she gets back home. She has her entire family there and this incredible opportunity at work. I’m not going to put it all on her shoulders because I can’t go anywhere. That isn’t fair to her. It reinforces to me how selfish it would be of me to ask her to stay.
She nods and we fall quiet, perhaps both realizing this isn’t likely going to work no matter how much we want it to. After a few seconds of silently staring at each other, she asks, “What should we do now?”
I take a breath, releasing thoughts of the future for later. I want to be here with her. For as long as I have her.
“For starters, take off this fucking jersey.” I fist the material in one hand.
With a playful smirk, she lays a hand on my chest and pushes me back. It catches me off guard and I fall back onto the chair. My grip on her jersey loosens and she steps back a foot, then two more.
There’s a glint in her eye that tells me she’s up to something, but before I can ask, she lowers herself to the floor on her hands and knees.
Fuck me.
Slow and deliberate, she crawls to me. My dick presses against my zipper, eager as he’s ever been. When she reaches me, she sits back between my spread legs. “Now what?”
I grip her chin between my thumb and finger. “Take my cock out and wrap that gorgeous mouth around it.”
She doesn’t waste any time obeying me. I’m already leaking for her. When her tongue flicks across the head, I guide her down over my length.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Her gaze flicks to mine and holds as she sucks me. Up and down, torturing me in the best fucking way. Trav’s number on the side of her arm catches my attention and I let out a low growl, then gently pull her off me. I lift her onto my lap and then pull his jersey over her head.
“I didn’t even have to beg,” she says, looking all too pleased with herself.
“You’ll beg, all right.” I take the jersey and tie her wrists, one at a time, so she’s effectively bound with it. Ruby’s face flushes and pupils widen.
Standing with her in my arms, I walk her over to the bed and lie her down on the mattress. I move her suitcase onto the floor and then strip. She shifts onto one elbow and stares intently as I take my time removing my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and finally boxers.
“So many inside thoughts,” she says, gaze locked on my dick.
“What’d I tell you about those?” I pull off her shoes, then her shorts and panties.
“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.”
“I’m real and I’m about to fuck you so hard you can’t look at this jersey without thinking about me.” I move onto the bed over her.
She falls back, grinning up at me. I raise her arms over her head. The movement has her tits straining and spilling over the top of her black bra. I hook one finger in the lacy material and pull until one nipple peeks out the top. I cover it with my mouth, nipping and sucking. I do the same on the other side.
I had plans to drag this out all night, but the sweet little moans coming from her tell me she’s already as needy for me as I am for her.
I peel her out of her bra and toss it with the rest of our clothes.
“Nick,” she says my name on a ragged breath as I trail kisses over her chest and stomach, then lower.
“Hmm?” I hook one arm around her right leg and push her legs farther apart.
“Please fuck me.”
My dick twitches in response, but instead, I flatten my tongue over her center. She gasps and her body jolts, then she pushes her pussy against me for more friction. I keep going until she’s grinding all over my face. When I pull back, she mewls in frustration.
